When I was 18 years old, I went to college. My roommates asked me what I did to stay in such great shape. I told them.... I played soccer for 16 seasons.... that's all. I never worked out.
Here is me, at age 19. I weigh 128 pounds. This is the weight I want to be.
I was fine for the first couple years of college. Never more than 132. Then, I went to England. Now, it wasn't England's fault. It was mine. I'm the one who had the "I'll only be here once" attitude. I ate everything they handed to me. I now, according to the scale in our bathroom, weigh 169.5 pounds. Yikes. Weight is just a number. I don't understand people who want to keep that number hidden. Different people look best at different numbers. I look best at 128. Thankfully, I gain weight everywhere. Not just in bad places, but also in good places. I'm tired of my clothes not fitting. I'm tired of catching my side profile in a mirror. I don't need people to say, "You're beautiful just the way you are!" I need people to say, "How's it going? Are you keeping up with it?"
I could have waited until New Years and made that ever famous resolution, but I've decided to start now. This morning I did 10 down. (55 push ups, sit ups, and burpees. +100 jumping jacks). This morning I had an egg for breakfast and a glass of water. I want to go for a walk with Matthew tonight. Tomorrow, I will do 10 down again. I'll let you know as I lose significant amounts. I know this has nothing to do with our home, but I want to keep myself accountable. I wanted people at home to know that I'm going to be thin again. Thanks for the encouragement! :)